Instead of chasing for the clouds in the sky,
Why not walk in the uphill meadows,
And once in a while rolling down in the yellowish-green grass,
Catching ladybugs hidden underneath,
Picking the violet tulips,
Running after the butterflies that come nearby,
And letting the sunshine breeze stroll on your skin.
Sometimes we go beyond grasp,
Until we forget the beauty and serenity that surrounds us,
And what actually should be done first.
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